New worlds, new allies

The next morning Glissa and Gerrard both woke up, and saw someone making living things out of thin air. They shot to their feet and stared at the person and the bizarre spectacle. The person, a man, had wild blue hair and his eyebrow and ear were pierced. He had an open blue jacket on and blue pants. He waved his hands in the air as he made, and as Glissa and Gerrard continued to stare, a small bird. Once it was finished it chirped a little then simply flew up into the air and away. He then turned to Glissa and Gerrard.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." The man said.

"Who are you?" Gerrard asked.

"I am Ixidor," He said. "And I've been looking for you. What is your name?" He spoke to Gerrard.

"Gerrard, and this is Glissa" He indicated Glissa. "What do you mean you've been looking for me?"

"I just recently arrived here but I sense someone else like me," Ixidor said. "Someone who didn't belong."
"What do you mean?" Glissa said.

"To put it simply, I was dead and now I'm not," Ixidor said. "Granted it has been several centuries since I've died. When I came here I sensed someone just like me, someone who had died and came back."

"How were you able to sense me?" Gerrard said, trying to understand what was happening.

"I don't know, a new ability maybe?" Ixidor said. "Somehow I now have the ability to make my illusions out of air. Before I had to use mud or sand."

"Do you mean that bird you made was an illusion?" Glissa asked. "But it was real; it was there."

"It was there, but it was not really there." Ixidor said. Glissa decided to drop the topic. At that moment Karn, Jaya, and Jeska popped back.

"You!" Jeska said as she recognized Ixidor.

"I remember you," Ixidor said darkly. "You killed my love."

"That was another life, and I am sorry," Jeska said. "I am no longer Phage, as you must understand."

"I do, and I too have changed since I have last been," Ixidor said. "But I don't think your companions know me. I am Ixidor." Karn and Jaya introduced themselves as well.

"It is time to go." Karn told Gerrard and Glissa, who were both ready to leave.

"I wish to come as well," Ixidor said suddenly. "There is nothing for me here, this is not the same world I once lived."

"If you come with us Ixidor, you will be in constant danger," Karn said. "The evil we fight might be too strong for you." Karn told him about their mission.

"I have read all about the Phyrexians. I remember they invaded Dominaria long ago," Ixidor said. "I once threatened Dominaria long ago. Now I want to atone for what I did. Let me come with you."

Karn considered it for a moment. "Fine, your skills may prove very useful. But first we have one last person to collect. Hold on." They crossed the Multiverse and emerged on a volcano. Lava erupted all around them but some kind of barrier protected them. All across the landscape were volcanoes and lava and Gerrard and Glissa could not see how anyone could survive here.

"This is a specialized plane I created," Jeska said. "I call it Vulcan and I live here with my brother."

"But you said that you and your brother lived on Dominaria only 100 years after the Phyrexians invaded," Gerrard said. "That would make him almost as old as you. How is that possible?"

"I used a very ancient magic which joined my brother's life force with my own," Jeska said. "Neither of us can die as long as I am alive."

"Why did you make such a violent plane?" Glissa asked.

"My brother used to be full of fury, but had eventually tamed it, though he still wanted to fight," Jeska said. "A while after Karona was defeated I returned to Dominaria and retrieved my brother. For him I made this plane where he can fight as much as he wants and unleash his inner fury. He still has his tamed side as well and is a powerful fighting force."

"He can fight as much as he wants?" Gerrard asked.

"Yes, I made monsters on this plane for him to fight," Jeska said. "But enough sight seeing, let's go to him." The blinked in and out of existence once more. Sitting in front of them was a huge, muscled man. He had a bald head and hard features. He had on a open red vest and very dark green pants. A giant sword rested on the ground near him. He stood up, well over six feet tall.

"Hi, Kamahl, been keeping busy?" Jeska asked.

"Jeska," Kamahl said wearily, knowing what was to come. "What do you need help with this time?"